I do not own any of Mr. Joss Whedon's characters, including (sadly) Angel. As you can see, I'm pretty much obsessed about what happens after the series finale, so this is my second crack at it. R&R!
"Let's get to work." Said Angel. He fiercely swung his weapon. The first waves of enemies were demons called sekul's. They had a tough furry hide and were difficult to decapitate. Illyria easily chopped through them. Spike was having a little more trouble. His arm was bleeding and it didn't seem to get any better as a few minutes passed. "Bleedin' monsters. Can't seem to chop em' up." He said while trying to stab one. The creature was bleeding from the belly but it didn't seem to want to fall. Gunn sat at the back of the alley, on a dumpster. He backed out a the last minute, knowing he only had a few more minutes of life, but in battle, he would have seconds. He watched as his companions chopped and killed various hairy beasts. They'll have enough fur from those things to start a business, he thought. He tried to laugh but it hurt. Pain overtook him. His breaths got faster and shorter. Death was approaching. He could feel it. He shouted out his lasts words, "Keep on fighting!" He was gone.
Angel had but a second to look back at Gunn's body. I was on the dumpster, lying frailly. Angel turned back and fought even more viciously. The first wave was dead. Now came huge, lumbering demons, unknown to anyone. "I wish to hurt them because I grieve." Said Illyria. "Just don't try to be to rough, luv. Don't want to win, do we?" replied Spike. His arm felt better but the rest of his body was the problem. Every time a wound healed, two more would appear. This made Spike very frustrated.
A few times the dragon came to look over all the demons, but it never attacked. Angel suspected that it would attack when they were at their weakest. The three remaining heroes defeated the second wave. Then came these giant Cyclops. They ran toward them. Angel fought them off fairly well and so did Illyria, but Spike was lagging. All the pain and open wounds. He stopped a moment to catch his breath. A grave mistake it was. One of the Cyclopes jumped on to him. He was crushed. The Cyclops took his giant dagger and killed Spike by means of decapitation. Illyria looked on in horror. Spike was her pet. No one kill's her pet. She jumped on the beasts back and killed it in the most painful way she could at the moment. Angel took but a few seconds to look at the pile of dust which was once his friend. He battled onward. Things were getting grim.
At the back of his mind, Angel knew Buffy would come. Her and her group of potential slayers. Willow and Faith might come too. An apocalypse was occurring. How could they not come? Illyria killed of the last of the Cyclopes. Then an array of demons came. Not any specific one, but hundreds of different ones. The two remaining members of the Fang Gang easily killed most of them. Illyria took pride in destroying them. It wasn't pride that drove her though. It was hate. Hate of the fates of all her other companions. Hate of these vile creatures thinking they could win. She killed one after one. Angel fought on, but still hoped Buffy would come.
They killed them all. Illyria and Angel killed all the demons they thought were in the army. They looked through the alley and could not see anymore. What they failed to do is look up. Above them were hundreds of giant spiders. They slowly lowered themselves and the two heroes were only alerted of their presence when they landed with a plop on the ground. Five of them dove for Illyria, making her fall down and biting her with their deadly poisonous fangs. Angel rushed to kill them but it was too late. The color from Illyria's face slowly faded. Her eyes could barely stay open. She whispered, "Muck under my feet killed me..." and faded away. The ax in her hand rolled out. Angel picked it up and kept fighting. Buffy would come soon.
Angel chopped at the spiders. One side of his mind thought it was hopeless. He was going to die. It was inevitable. The other side thought Buffy must be late but she'll come and help me. All the spiders were down. Green slime covered the ground making it harder for him to walk. It must be the spiders blood. thought Angel. He knew there were no more enemies. He looked up and down and pretty much all around. Not a demon, bug, or ugly creature in sight. Then he heard a roar. It was the dragon.
He had almost forgotten about it. It's brilliant cherry eyes looked at him as if to say, I knew it would end up like this, that's why I waited. Angel swore he heard the dragon let out a faint laugh. Angel ran to the fire escape on the side of the building and climbed up to face the dragon. It waited for him, as to be fair. When Angel was on the roof he held up his ax and sword and said, "Bring it on."
The dragon flew up and let loose a green fire through it's mouth. Angel dodged it. The dragon went back on the roof top and flapped it's wings, trying to make a gust of wind blow Angel off the building. Angel resisted it and ran towards the dragon, going for its head. At the precise moment he was close enough, the dragon let loose another furious stream of green fire. Angel couldn't dodge it this time. He was engulfed in flames. The last things he thought were, "Buffy, why didn't you come?"
Or maybe those weren't the last things he would ever think about. Angel was lying down in a bed, stricken with horrible, wilting pain. He dared not to open his eyes because he believed it would cause even more. That's when he heard it. A most heavenly voice said, "Angel, don't worry. The pain will soon pass. Just hold on." It was Cordelia.
Hope you liked it! Review and don't forget to read my other fanfic, After the End.
"Let's get to work." Said Angel. He fiercely swung his weapon. The first waves of enemies were demons called sekul's. They had a tough furry hide and were difficult to decapitate. Illyria easily chopped through them. Spike was having a little more trouble. His arm was bleeding and it didn't seem to get any better as a few minutes passed. "Bleedin' monsters. Can't seem to chop em' up." He said while trying to stab one. The creature was bleeding from the belly but it didn't seem to want to fall. Gunn sat at the back of the alley, on a dumpster. He backed out a the last minute, knowing he only had a few more minutes of life, but in battle, he would have seconds. He watched as his companions chopped and killed various hairy beasts. They'll have enough fur from those things to start a business, he thought. He tried to laugh but it hurt. Pain overtook him. His breaths got faster and shorter. Death was approaching. He could feel it. He shouted out his lasts words, "Keep on fighting!" He was gone.
Angel had but a second to look back at Gunn's body. I was on the dumpster, lying frailly. Angel turned back and fought even more viciously. The first wave was dead. Now came huge, lumbering demons, unknown to anyone. "I wish to hurt them because I grieve." Said Illyria. "Just don't try to be to rough, luv. Don't want to win, do we?" replied Spike. His arm felt better but the rest of his body was the problem. Every time a wound healed, two more would appear. This made Spike very frustrated.
A few times the dragon came to look over all the demons, but it never attacked. Angel suspected that it would attack when they were at their weakest. The three remaining heroes defeated the second wave. Then came these giant Cyclops. They ran toward them. Angel fought them off fairly well and so did Illyria, but Spike was lagging. All the pain and open wounds. He stopped a moment to catch his breath. A grave mistake it was. One of the Cyclopes jumped on to him. He was crushed. The Cyclops took his giant dagger and killed Spike by means of decapitation. Illyria looked on in horror. Spike was her pet. No one kill's her pet. She jumped on the beasts back and killed it in the most painful way she could at the moment. Angel took but a few seconds to look at the pile of dust which was once his friend. He battled onward. Things were getting grim.
At the back of his mind, Angel knew Buffy would come. Her and her group of potential slayers. Willow and Faith might come too. An apocalypse was occurring. How could they not come? Illyria killed of the last of the Cyclopes. Then an array of demons came. Not any specific one, but hundreds of different ones. The two remaining members of the Fang Gang easily killed most of them. Illyria took pride in destroying them. It wasn't pride that drove her though. It was hate. Hate of the fates of all her other companions. Hate of these vile creatures thinking they could win. She killed one after one. Angel fought on, but still hoped Buffy would come.
They killed them all. Illyria and Angel killed all the demons they thought were in the army. They looked through the alley and could not see anymore. What they failed to do is look up. Above them were hundreds of giant spiders. They slowly lowered themselves and the two heroes were only alerted of their presence when they landed with a plop on the ground. Five of them dove for Illyria, making her fall down and biting her with their deadly poisonous fangs. Angel rushed to kill them but it was too late. The color from Illyria's face slowly faded. Her eyes could barely stay open. She whispered, "Muck under my feet killed me..." and faded away. The ax in her hand rolled out. Angel picked it up and kept fighting. Buffy would come soon.
Angel chopped at the spiders. One side of his mind thought it was hopeless. He was going to die. It was inevitable. The other side thought Buffy must be late but she'll come and help me. All the spiders were down. Green slime covered the ground making it harder for him to walk. It must be the spiders blood. thought Angel. He knew there were no more enemies. He looked up and down and pretty much all around. Not a demon, bug, or ugly creature in sight. Then he heard a roar. It was the dragon.
He had almost forgotten about it. It's brilliant cherry eyes looked at him as if to say, I knew it would end up like this, that's why I waited. Angel swore he heard the dragon let out a faint laugh. Angel ran to the fire escape on the side of the building and climbed up to face the dragon. It waited for him, as to be fair. When Angel was on the roof he held up his ax and sword and said, "Bring it on."
The dragon flew up and let loose a green fire through it's mouth. Angel dodged it. The dragon went back on the roof top and flapped it's wings, trying to make a gust of wind blow Angel off the building. Angel resisted it and ran towards the dragon, going for its head. At the precise moment he was close enough, the dragon let loose another furious stream of green fire. Angel couldn't dodge it this time. He was engulfed in flames. The last things he thought were, "Buffy, why didn't you come?"
Or maybe those weren't the last things he would ever think about. Angel was lying down in a bed, stricken with horrible, wilting pain. He dared not to open his eyes because he believed it would cause even more. That's when he heard it. A most heavenly voice said, "Angel, don't worry. The pain will soon pass. Just hold on." It was Cordelia.
Hope you liked it! Review and don't forget to read my other fanfic, After the End.